Eijirou Kirishima X Shy!Reader

What 2+2?

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This is a nsfw choose-your-own collaboration by the bnharem discord server! 

A pandemic has swept across the globe, forcing all citizens into quarantine indefinitely. What better way to pass the time & try something new than to explore some new kinks? Who will you be experimenting with?

Aizawa Shouta - @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten 

Bakugou Katsuki - @candychronicles​

Bubaigawara Jin (Twice) - @dee-madwriter​

Dabi - @trafalgar-temptress​

Iida Tensei - @iwvs-on-ao3

Kaminari Denki - @trafalgar-temptress​

Kirishima Eijirou - @ikinabi​​

Midoriya Izuku - @burnedbyshoto​

Rappa Kendo - @magpie-scribbles

Shigaraki Tomura - @slowburn-villain​

Shindou Yo - @lady-bakuhoe

Shinsou Hitoshi - @oktamaki​

Shouji Mezou - @im-bakugous-bitch​

Takami Keigo (Hawks) - @league-of-thots

Todoroki Enji - @monst​

Todoroki Shouto - @bratwritings

Dragon! Bakugou x Knight! Reader Pt. 3

Pt. 1

Pt. 2

Unsure if there’ll be another part after this but if y’all want one and have ideas, lemme know!

Three months had passed since you left Bakugou lying in a pool of his own blood in the woods. You didn’t return to town and instead wandered in a new direction down an unfamiliar path. The kingdom probably assumed you’d finally died at the hands of the dragon; maybe that was for the best. 

The fights you’d survived against the dragon had taught you many things in addition to honing your strength and reflexes. While lying in wait in front of his cave, you sometimes captured your own food and had learned where to search for nearby water. Now without the comforts and safety of a town, you truly put your skills to the test. 

With most of your armor long-discarded due to its weight and reminders of those whose goals you used to serve, you relied more on your own abilities to not only survive…but thrive as well. 

You often wondered what happened to Bakugou; since you didn’t finish him off, he surely healed and went about his way, right? Did he continue terrorizing the town? Did the King hire more willing fighters to face off against him? Or did he flee to find his own path as you had done rather than wallow in painful memories of things he could not change? 

As the weather grew colder, you found yourself building fires in caves to shield yourself from the biting wind. “I might have to find a town soon…it’ll be hard to find meat once most of the animals start hibernating,” you mused while huddled up to the warmth of the flickering fire. 

The flames reminded you of him…quick, burning, dangerous, and an almost beautiful mixture and red and orange. Ever since you left him in that clearing, you couldn’t stop thinking about him…but why? 

Because you’d finally beaten him?

Because he trusted the truth of his past to you in some deathbed confession?

Because a part of you didn’t actually want to leave him there?

You pulled the fur you’d skinned a while back tighter around your shoulders and swept the thought away, caught in the embers that licked the dark cave ceiling before disappearing into the air. 

Several more days passed in your struggle to stay warm as the first dry flecks of snow fell to the ground. Eventually, you came upon a worn dirt path that wound through the woods to an unknown destination. “This is my only chance to get somewhere without a map…” Even though you felt more fulfilled on your own rather than under under the scrutiny of a King, being on your own and without knowledge of the area since you’d just sort of started wandering made you question your choice. 

Your feet crunched under the building snow as you walked, step by step, towards somewhere you hoped was habitable and warm. A sound to your left made you stop. A snapping twig? An owl, maybe? 

Then, out of nowhere, a dark shadow burst out from the treeline in front of you splintering wood in all direction with a deafening roar. 

The creature - no, a monster really - was covered in pitch-black hair and stood on four legs. Larger than a bear, it turned towards you with snarling white teeth and glowing yellow eyes. 

Can I fight this? What the hell is it?! Quickly, you whipped out your sword and stood your ground as the bizarre creature stepped towards you ominously. Many animals were still hunting and storing up food for the long winter, desperate to survive the cold; was this thing searching for its next meal?

Like lightning, it leaped towards you and you barely managed to dodge, swinging your sword down in a wide arc. You managed to catch it on its hind leg but not deep enough to do any real damage. That obviously pissed it off so it turned and lunged once more. You held your sword aloft but the monster had learned from that one mistake and barreled right into you, knocking you to the ground. 

The back and forth struggle lasted only minutes but you felt as though it were hours from how exhausted you felt. This was nearly as difficult as fighting with Bakugou except you couldn’t reason with this monster since it did nothing but snarl and growl at you ferociously. 

Finally, it swiped you with its large paw, your sword spinning out of your hand before you slammed your back against the hard, cold wood of a large tree trunk with a painful grunt. You fell into the snow, your energy depleted. “After all that…this is how I die, huh?” 

You listened to the crunch as heavy footsteps padded towards you. With no sword and no strength left in your bruised muscles, you flopped over on your back to look up at the gaping maw that dripped saliva as it prepared to swallow you whole. 

…But it didn’t. Just as it reeled back its head, a deafening roar came from the woods yet again and you wondered if it was another beast. Maybe they’ll fight over me? Maybe I can-

A red streak zipped through the air and slammed into the black creature, knocking it back into the trees on the other side of the path. The strong gust of wind that swept up your hair stung your eyes but you tried to will them open to see what the hell was going on. 

“…Is that..?” you asked with shaking breath. A red and orange dragon stood ominously, wings outstretched and teeth bared before it lunged at the other creature. You winced in pain and wondered if you had a cracked rib or if you were just beat to shit. 

Your eyes fluttered closed as the dragon and monster fought, pain and exhaustion overwhelming you. Sleep sounded so good…tired…

It was hours before you stirred awake, wincing as you shifted. 

“Moron, don’t move much,” a gruff voice ordered from somewhere you couldn’t see. What had happened? The fight, the monster, the…dragon…?

Your eyes snapped open and, rather than looking up into the canopy of barren trees you were met with the rock ceiling of what appeared to be a cave. It wasn’t cold in here, either, and you noticed the warm glow of a fire to your right. 

And to your left came anonymous footsteps…well, they were anonymous until a head filled with straw-colored hair and smoldering red eyes leaned over you. “You actually lived through all that - I’m mildly impressed,” Bakugou said with a small smirk. He had a scrape across his cheek and his cloak looked torn. 

He looked exactly how you remembered him, his face burned into your memory like an embossed letter. 

Was this a dream? You lay on the ground with your mouth agape at the half-dragon man. Apparently, your silence displeased him. “Your voice busted too? You got a cracked rib and you’re pretty bruised up…so, say somethin’!”

“Why did you save me?” was all you could think to ask. Your voice was hoarse from the dryness that parched your throat. 

Bakugou scoffed and sat down next to you, his wings folded behind him like an oversized shield. “I pay my debts.”

The confused look you gave Bakugou made him roll his eyes. “You spared my life so I spare yours. We’re even, now.”

You attempted to sit up but winced in pain and he put a hand out as if to push you back to the ground, but you weakly swatted his clawed hand away. “You…you’ve been following me? How else…would you know…where I was?”

Whether it was the casting of red light that bounced off his wings reflecting the campfire or something else, you swore a warmth spread across the center of his face as he sat back and looked away. “I couldn’t even things out if I lost you so I’ve been keeping my distance. Got a problem with it? You’re alive, aren’t you?”

Maybe that’s his way of saying he doesn’t want to be alone, either. Your arm wobbled until you slid back to the hard ground. “I see. So you left it behind to find something new like I did.” You turned your head to him and smiled. “Thanks for saving me, Bakugou of the Fire Clan.”

“Whatever. Don’t get used to it; this was a one-time deal,” he claimed, although you weren’t sure how honest his words were. 

Changing the subject, you asked, “Did you beat that monster? What was it?”

A triumphant grin split his handsome face from ear to ear. “Stupid question. Of course I won. I’ve heard of those things but didn’t think they lived this far out. It must’ve been desperate for food and saw you as a meal.”

You opened your mouth to talk but your rumbling stomach stopped you in your tracks. Bakugou burst out laughing while you attempted pathetically to hide your face. 

Even though you insisted that you could feed yourself, his stubbornness won out when you gave up arguing. He’d roasted some meat over the fire - maybe it was the creature’s but you didn’t care enough to ask -  and fed it to you…well, more like dropped it onto your face, obviously missing your mouth on purpose. 

“It’s snowing outside,” he said while looking towards the entrance of the cave in a direction you couldn’t look at from your angle on the floor. “It’ll be cold tonight.”

“I was trying to find a town, you know.” He looked towards you. “Wasn’t sure if I could go all winter by myself. Drive to move forward can’t keep you warm. And I missed…” You hummed and let the words disappear into the air, his smoldering red eyes staring at you unblinking. “Nevermind. Once I’m healed you can-”

“Don’t even think about it,” he ground out, cutting you off. “You’re gonna build up your strength and then we’re gonna fight again. Got it?”

I understand, you thought as you closed your eyes. “Mmhm, got it.” 

You could feel yourself drifting off to sleep when a warm shadow was cast over you. Opening your eyes, you saw one of Bakugou’s wings had extended itself across your body as he lay next to you on the ground. Warmth radiated off him and you felt it rise into your cheeks. 

“W-what are-”

“Humans are so frail,” he commented flippantly. “You’ll freeze if you aren’t warm and I’ll be pissed if I find you like an icicle tomorrow.” 

Arguing seemed pointless…and if you were honest with yourself, you didn’t want him to move away. 

Stay close to me.

You closed your eyes.

Keep me warm.

You smiled softly. 

Be free with me. 

Eyes of rubies kept watch as you slept. 

This is a not-safe-for-work choose your own adventure style collaboration from the good perverts of the BNHarem discord server. Thanks to @thisisthehardestthing​ for the banner, and to everyone who came together to make this happen. Each story starts the same way, but in every entry our reader will meet a different character. 

Your throat felt dry as you came to the arranged address, the mask that the organisers had asked you to wear clenched tight in your fist. 

The building was one of the city’s most exclusive hotels, and it had the look of a cathedral from the outside, the main entrance flanked by massive marble pillars, a gold glow from inside the main atrium. Even the doormen looked expensive, clad in black uniforms with gold trim. As instructed, you kept your head down and headed to the side entrance. A polite-but-burly security guard checked your identification and took your phone and other electronics from you, giving you a numbered ticket in return as he locked them away. Did he know why you were here? Probably. 

Shame rose in your chest at the prospect of what you were about to do. Why, exactly had you agreed to this? It was gross. It was wrong. But it was a lot of money. You were struggling to repay your loans, and if you did this party, you could be free of them with just one night of sucking cock. Well, not entirely free, but it beat spending years working two jobs, didn’t it? 

At first you had been puzzled. Who exactly was paying random girls so much for a single night’s work? Even if it was sex work, that was a hell of a lot of money. Then the word hero was mentioned and everything made a whole lot more sense. 

Everything about hero life was drenched in lucre. The magazine interviews, the tv shows, the movies. They owned skyscrapers in central Tokyo, they wore shoes worth more than your annual salary. And, according to the woman who had recruited you, this party was being hosted by the current number one hero in Japan. Maybe… you’d even get to meet him. 

You were ushered through the building by a woman in a masquerade style mask like yours, catching glimpses of events in other rooms as you passed. A girl in a silver zentai bodysuit floated above a stage, the only exposed flesh on her body the pink centre of her sex. Another room seemed to host an orgy, the floor writhing with bodies in the dim light. The motion was almost hypnotic, but your guide’s hand was on your shoulder, pulling you away before you could stare too long. 

“Here we are,” said your guide, squeezing your shoulder as you arrived at the place you would be working that night. Your room, for lack of a better word, was a little larger than a toilet cubicle, and dark, a pile of cushions on the floor, along with a basket with towels and bottled water. In the centre of one thin wall, around hip height, was the hole. You stared at it, catching a glimpse of light and movement from the room beyond. 

In a little under ten minutes, you’d be sucking off whoever wanted it through that hole in the wall. A hero, maybe, or a sidekick. Did it matter? It wasn’t like their dicks would taste any different. The more you thought about it, the worse it seemed, but it was a little late to back out now. “You all set?” your guide asked, smiling from behind her masquerade mask. You nodded, numbly, and she shut the door behind you, leaving you alone, the glory hole your only light.

Who comes for you?

@tomurasprincess - Kirishima

@story-sensei​ - Gang Orca 

@candychronicles​ - Hawks 

@10millionyearsdungeon - Shindou 

@thisisthehardestthing - Endeavor 

@kingexpl0sionmurder​ - Shinsou 

@hitoshisbabygirl - Aizawa 

@burnedbyshoto​ - Shouto

@trafalgar-temptress​ - Denki 

@leeswritingworld​ - Dabi 

@ikinabi​ - Deku 

@iwvs-on-ao3​ - Bakugou 

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐢𝐢. // ushijima wakatoshi [reader insert]

[ a/n : my procrastinating ass says hello. ]

genre: angst

“if i had the chance to do it all over again with you, i would.”

[ part i ] [ part ii. ] [ alternative universe ]

Breathing in the nostalgic scent of your favorite café just down the road from your place gave you this home feeling, you felt protected and safe in this space. It was a cozy café that was decorated with things that you can find in your own grandmothers’ house, it gave you peace and quiet, it was also unpopular so it rarely had costumers which was a bonus point for you.

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A mini rant

I wanna write for these characters so bad from these animes but I have to motivation to write lol. The ppl of Kekkai Sensen are so great, especially Zed, he’s so underrated. Imma probs do that if I feel like it, and the people of Shokugeki no Soma and Free! but my hands wont type smh.

Hiii! May I request a yandere+alpha Shigaraki kidnapping and impregnating his s/o? Thank you! -🍕

PART 3 BITCHES!

A/N >>>>> Part 1 and Part 2 are here <<<< As per the vote, this is fluff! or as close to fluff as i can get with a kidnapping, non/con and caged Omega, but tbh I loved how delicate he treats reader in this chapter, despite all the underlying obsession (which we all know and love) also this was reduced from over 2000+ words of rambling to something more effective so I hope you ENJOYYYY!!!!

You wanted to be docile, submit fully and give everything to your alpha, you body was his to abuse, use as he wished. Shigaraki admired how compliant you were, your mind crumbling under every order he gave, eager to please and desperate for his praise, tingles throughout your body whenever he blessed you with his tender kisses and sickly sweet charm, laced thick with malicious desire to rip you apart and build you into the perfect little omega.

Shigaraki had been with you every day since he stole you away from the world, coming and going as he pleased, leaving bite marks and purple bruises up your thighs to remind you exactly who you belonged too. Frequently leaving you gifts and hoping to make your cage feel more like home, you’d been imprisoned for a small while, but as your first week spent in your new home was also spent nesting you didn’t process the entire gravity of your new reality.

You were still reeling back the remaining drops of energy, the last days of your heat sapping them from you.

The world around you seemed quiet, tranquil - mind waking suddenly and slowly, the comfort of the duvet refusing to let your escape it’s safety; it smelt of home, a mix of earthy fresh summer and a deep pungent musk – one that held a weighted nuance and promised to give you the world so long as you stayed within its suffocating grasp.

And you felt yourself not wanting to leave it’s hold over you.

heavy footprints creeping closer. Peeking your head through a tiny gap in the duvet to see him, smirking down at your vulnerable form, in his hands lay a large wooden tray adorned with pastries and fruits and a large jug of apple juice which he laid upon the brand new table top besides him.

“And how is my little Omega today?” his gruff voice cooed, laced thick is vicious intent, sending shivers down your spine, still unable to fight off your instincts, thighs tingling at the sound of his degrading tone.

Despite how sickly sweet he had been, you always figured he was waiting for an excuse to assert more control over you, allow his grip to grow tighter on you and watch you run back to his safe embrace when life became too sour for you.

Fuck did he love being the only person to take care of you, cradle your innocent body between his destructive hands, inches away from crumbling to dust - the thought of destroying such beauty played on his mind - but knowing you trusted him made him not want to all the more.

Eager to whisper how he could corrupt something so perfect and cage it away all for himself – he treated you as though you were but a fragile doll, fascinated by how you slept so peacefully, smiled so softly despite how vicious he could be. A wicked smirk often danced on his lips, avowing to himself that you were his possession now, proud to have claimed you before you were ‘saved’ by some preach happy hero.

Your lips curled sweetly, large diluted eyes admiring how someone who could be so cruel, treated you with tender care, promising you the world.

Stretching your limbs wide as your rose from the comforts of the nest, large yawns escaping your throat as you shook the groggy fuzz from your mind and body, making your way over to the table as you dressed yourself with one of his large hoodies.

You sat at the table, hands placed delicately on your knees and tucked inside the baggy sleeves.

Mouth-watering at the sight of the food before you, awaiting patiently for Shigaraki to allow you to begin eating – knowing full well what happened if you didn’t.

He smirked and cocked his head as he watched you lick you lips at the buffet before you; soaking in your compliance despite your clear desperation.

“Such a good girl”

Heat pooled in your core

His calloused hand patted your head affectionately, and a small part of you welled with pride.

You knew what he wanted.

“Can I eat please” Timid voice sending shivers up his spine. It didn’t feel like your voice, as though someone else had possessed you, yet there was a relief that flowed through you every time you gave up a tiny slither of responsibility to your new Alpha.

Shigaraki’s smirk warped into a malicious grin, as the twisted thrill hit him, having no clue he would enjoy having so much power over an Omega – deciding then and there to milk your submissive state for all it was worth, before your heat ended and he’d have to resort to more…restrictive measures.

“Please?” he growled darkly, sending your anxiety on edge.

Shigaraki tenderly tilted your chin between his calloused fingers, smiling artfully into your innocent eyes; amused at how only he could make them fill with corrupt greed.

“Can I eat please… Sir” gulping down the last words like a dry pill, your stomach knotting at the intoxicating shame.

He loved watching you stutter and stammer your way into pleasing him, so eager to be praised for obeying, unable to fight those fatal instincts to submit.

“as you asked so nicely” he cooed maliciously as your face flushed pink.

Shigaraki beckoned to the table, watching proudly as your eyes lit up with glee.

You were only two mouthfuls through the hot buttery croissant when your stomach began to flip on itself, overwhelmed with a sudden onslaught of nausea, you ran to bathroom much to your captor’s surprise.

He examined the pastry you had slung onto the table top, before striding towards the bathroom door to be greeted by his Omega face first in the toilet pan.

Shigaraki crouched down, arms slung over his knees, careful not to grip you as to not startle or harm his scared Omega.

Moments passed before his concerned voice broke the silence

“How are you?” That commanding tone still lurking behind his attempts at comfort.

“I feel rough, what was in that food” you laughed at how much of a fool you’d made of yourself, but he simply stared through your attempts at lightening the situation, clearly worried about your condition

As you watched his once twisted features soften, you saw the care and affection that lay beneath his wicked grin.

You wanted nothing more than to trace the outlines of his scars with your fingertips, delicately drag your hands through his unkempt hair and plant kisses along his rough skin.

“I’ll be fine, I just need some water”

He swiftly rose to his feet, pondering what would possibly make you throw up out of the blue first thing in the morning.

You didn’t want to scare him, not knowing if he might suddenly lash out, despite that fact he had never laid a violent finger on you out of anger.

Shigaraki’s heavy footsteps drew closer, floorboards creaking under his weighted strides. when he returned with an ice-cold glass, there was a familiar smirk dancing on his lips. He knew something, and it made your stomach churn again.

He carefully handed you the condensation covered glass, it dripped onto your skin leaving Goosebumps in its wake as you sipped, refusing to look away from the intimidating and cunning Alpha that loomed over you.

“You’ve been such a good little Omega, _____. ” he purred glossing his thumb across your pink cheek as his voice grew eerily soft.

“Let me take good care of you today, would you like that?”

Your face lit up at the gesture, he marvelled at how docile you were just for him,magnified towards his affections no matter what alarm bells rang in your mind.

You nodded gleefully, rising slowly to your feet a calmness washed over as he guided you towards the plush cushions of the couch, his musk swarming your mind.

He’d laid the remote control next to a pile of books and the cushions laid covered in blankets. A hot water bottle rested within its welcoming embrace and a bowl of ice cream awaited you, with its pink spoon laying close to…oh no.

“I figured my Omega deserved the best on such a rough morning” his hand pinching your hip, grip growing tighter as he watched you face sink at the final item on the coffee table.

Your chest sinking and rising in the same breath, the half of your mind that submissively obeyed filled with utter and over flowing bliss at your Alpha taking very good care of you, instincts slapping you in the face as the swirl of bitter sweet happiness met with your sobering mind; you were not tired and hazy because you were in heat anymore, no… you were carrying his pups now.

It was not your heat making you submissive, that was all you.

Shigaraki’s hold over you grew tighter, placing your still obedient body onto the couch and handing you the bowl of ice cream, your mind drew a blank, mouth wide open in shock as your innocent eyes stared solemnly at the unopened pregnancy test that burned into your retina’s.

“We don’t have to test now… do we” stammering and choking on the lump in your throat as you silently begged to not have your harrowing dreams confirmed.

Shigaraki chuckled almost sweetly at your question, running his bony fingers through your soft locks and finally planting an affectionate kiss on your forehead

“Of course not, little one”

He latched tighter to your scalp, perceptive enough to know that he didn’t need further confirmation you were carrying his pups. Making you look him in his possessive, adoring eyes.

Shigaraki knew that he had you forever now.

Inhaling your already changing scent as he cooed, making your core tingle with anticipation, thighs rubs together subconsciously at the sudden need for more friction.

“I’ll take good care of you”

The nightmare finally settling in as he lent closer, locking his rough lips onto yours, stealing your conscious mind with his possessive tongue, breaking your will as he always did. Pulling away just long enough to see you eyes vacant and subservient.

“After all, if you’re not pregnant now-“

Clasping four fingers to your delicate throat.  

“-I’m sure we can change that”

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Good Luck

Shigaraki Tomura x Fem! Child! Reader (PLATONIC) | Drabble! Fluff & Angst | Swearing!

Synopsis: You give Shigaraki a gift and he cherishes it up until the end

~*~

You’re four years old, nervously fiddling with something in your hands. Shigaraki watches you out of the corner of his eye, wondering what on earth has you so shy. Your steps are soft as you make your way over to him. You climb onto the couch sliding next to Shigaraki, something clenched in your fist.

“Um, Kuri said you were going on a super important mission tomorrow,” You mumble, “So I made you something, for good luck.”

And then you’re opening your fist, and offering him a bracelet. It’s the ugliest thing that Tomura has ever seen. The string is the nastiest shade of puke green and The beads are garish and neon in color, not at all good for any stealth missions. And the letters on the bracelet are meant to say ‘Good luck’ but the letters are misplaced and instead say, ‘godo lukc.’ And the little bead at the end of the message that is heart shaped? don’t even get Tomura started. 

He loves it. 

“You don’t have to wear it,” You mumble, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. 

“Fuck that,” Tomura grumbles, sliding the bracelet onto his wrist, “I’m never going to take this thing off,”

“You-you like it?” You ask, eyes wide and small smile turning the corners of your lips.

“Best fucking thing on the planet,” Shigaraki assures you.

–

Tomura is gathering villains for his attack on UA. And he’s getting really fucking annoyed. All these stupid villains are way too loud, and their chatter is starting to fray on Tomuras thin rope of patience. God, so much chatter. Tomuras hands twitch. His eyes fall to the bracelet around his wrist, lips twitching up. Right, he’s going to keep calm and-

“What the fuck is that thing on your wrist?” One of the villains asks, face scrunched in disgust, “It’s fucking ugly,”

And the rope snaps. 

Tomura whirls on the man, eyes flashing. His voice is deadly as he asks, “What did you just say?” 

The villain flinches, stepping back, before regaining his confidence, “You heard me, only fucking pansies wear shit like that! You keep talking all this big game, but I bet you’re just a weakling,”

Anger swells in Tomura’s chest, hot and heavy. To insult something you made, and insult him as well? He claws at his neck in frustration, and his voice is strained as he says, “Kurogiri…”

The bartender turns his back, “I see nothing,” 

Shigaraki takes that as approval, and he hauls back and punches the man in the face. Tomura feels the satisfactory crunch of the mans nose as he breaks it. The gasp of the other villains fills Tomura with sick pride. As the villain staggers back Tomura kicks him in the gut, the force knocking him to the ground. Tomura bends over and grabs onto the mans face, fingertips digging painfully into his jaw. His pinky hovers dangerously close to the mans skin. 

“Say it again,” Tomura hisses, voice dripping in venom “Insult it again,”

The villain lets out a choked noise from the back of his throat, eyes wide with fear. Tomura smiles, the poison in his expression has a chill settling into the room that he hates. “Nothing to say? I thought I was a weakling?”

Tomura scoffs, and places his pinky on the mans face. And as the man withers away, Tomura only feels cold satisfaction. He snaps his eyes up to the rest of the recruited villains, they flinch back, “Do any of you have any comments?”

They shake their heads and there is a choking blanket of silence that falls over the room. A sick smile curves Tomuras lips. 

Maybe this thing really does have good luck properties after all. 

–Bonus–

Tomura is slumped against the wall. He lets out a weak cough, pain flares form his side, blood leaks from his lips. He reaches into his pocket, carefully removing an old bracelet. As soon as his eyes make contact with the worn thing, his lips curve into a smile. Most of the beads have fallen off, and on the other beads, the paint is completely chipped away. There’s knots all over the string from where Tomura has tied and retied the bracelet. As Tomura inhales his final breaths, he thinks of you. The way your face used to light up when he came home, the soft feeling of your pinky linked with his, and your bright smile. 

He misses your smile.

 It would be comforting to have you here now, instead of dying here, alone and sad. 

“Sorry,” He apologizes, even though he knows you won’t hear it. 

He closes his fist around the bracelet, tipping his head back, warm tears sliding down his cheeks. “I guess your good luck charm ran out today,”

Katsuki hited by a quirk that makes his skine change color depending on who he is talking to, example: yellow for when he's with someone he (deep down) consider as a freind (even if he doesn't admit it yet like with the bakusquad) and pink with his crush, but his crush on his fem bestfreind (reader) is a secret he keept from everyone until now. Thank youuu!

 Summary: ^

A/N: sorry for doing this late, I haven’t been active. I changed some things so sorry.

Quirk: Not specified

Warnings/Genre: Fluff, cursing, slight plot change (they don’t live in dorms),  implied smut

WC: 1,188

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You sighed boredly in your seat waiting for your friends. No one really approached you as you were part of the Bakusquad and you hung around them most of the time. They were the most interesting people you met and you got close to them when you started hanging out with Bakugou. 

You took the fact that you were close to Bakugou pridefully and the friendship between you two grew. Sounds cheesy, you knew it did, but it was true. You were the one he willingly talked to the most and Kirishima saw you as manly because of that. 

Before you could continue to think of Bakugou, the classroom door slid open to reveal your chaotic group of friends. A smile grew on your face as they settled in and made a beeline to your desk. They greeted you then their eyes traveled to the empty seat beside you. 

“Where’s Bakugou?” Mina questioned

You glanced at his chair and shrugged, “He’s late I guess” 

Kaminari shook his head, “No, he’s never late. (Nickname), call him”

Your face turned red, “Huh? Why?”

They smirked but Kirishima played it off, “What? We all know you’re the only one he picks the phone up for” he reasoned

You rolled your eyes and muttered a ‘fine’ and you grabbed your phone. You scrolled though your contacts, clicking on ‘Katsuki💥🧡’. The group beside you gave each other sly smirks as you waited for Bakugou to pick up.

“What?” he snapped as he picked up the phone. You chuckled at the cold facade he put up and he figured that the others would be with you. 

“Where are you?” you asked

“I’m not going to school”

Your eyes widened, “What? Why? What happened” you turned to them and rushed, “He’s skipping” and put the phone back to your ear as you ignored their questions.

He exhaled sharply, “Shut up nothing’s wrong” he yelled into the phone, “it’s just- I got hit by a dumbass quirk and i might get humiliated if I go there”

You sighed, “He’s fine” you said and pulled the phone back, “So, what did the quirk do?”

“I dunno”

“What?”

“What?”

“It did nothing?”

“It did something, I just don’t know what”

You sighed, “Just come to school and we’ll figure it out”

“No” he huffed, “Didn’t you hear what I said-”

“I heard you. But if it isn’t doing anything bad, it’s not worth missing a day of school”

You heard him sigh, “Ugh fine” and he hung up. You smiled and explained to the group that he was coming to school. You and the group chatted the time away, pondering about what the quirk he was hit was.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He stormed in, just before class started, and plopped on the seat next to you. You smiled at him as he placed his stuff on their respective places. Aizawa walked in and began class.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was lunch when you finally had a chance to talk to him. The group walked to you two as you got ready to walk to the cafeteria with him. “So you don’t look like anything changed.” He looked at you with a surprisingly calm look until it turned to a scowl at the sight of the rest of the group. 

“I guess, but tell me if anything changes or else you’ll be fucking dead if you embarrass me” he paused, seeing your wide eyes. “What?” he asked, the rest of his friends looking at him with the same expression. You eyed him up and down, a pink hue covered all his skin, from his cheeks to his neck to his hands and everywhere you could see. 

“Um.....” you started

“Um what!?” 

“You’re pink” you stated

“WHAT!?” he yelled, looking at his hands, pulling his sleeves to examine his arms. He looked as shocked as you guys did. 

You spoke up first, “I assume this is what the quirk did” you said, feeling as though this was familiar. 

“The fuck!?”

“Say, Katsuki, did you happen to see who struck this quirk on you?”

“Some dude, stupid hair, stupid face, he had spots on his skin” he said. You pulled your phone out. “What’re you doing?” Kaminari asked

You clicked the contact ‘Bitchwhowontcall🏳‍🌈’ and texted him.

You

Hey did you use your quirk on an angry blonde this morning?

Bitchwhowontcall🏳‍🌈

Yeah why? He startled me

You

It makes the skin turn colors right?

Bitchwhowontcall🏳‍🌈

Yeah

Lemme guess. He’s your friend and u want me to send a list what the colors mean

You

Duh

Bitchwhowontcall🏳‍🌈

Red- talking to someone he hates Orange- he’s mad/annoyed at Yellow- enjoys being with Green- is jealous of Blue- looks down on Violet- admires Pink- likes romantically

You

Thanks!! U deserve an uwu

Bitchwhowontcall🏳‍🌈

Just an uwu u suck

You 

lol k

You put the phone down and slipped it in your bag. “So what does it say? Why is he turning into other colors?” Ashido asked excitedly, “Is he trying to match me?” she said, pressing her arm to his, showing the similar color.

You laughed, “No, his skin will just change random colors whenever he talks to someone” you lied smoothly. You knew now how he felt about you and you couldn’t be happier. You grinned at the thought, having no time to blush due to your happiness and cockiness that washed over you.  

The group nodded as you all headed out for lunch, having fun watching Bakugou turn yellow talking with Kirishima, orange with Midoriya and Todoroki, and even go back to normal when he has to interact with those who mean nothing to him, aka the ‘extras’.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The day ended and you part ways with the group to walk home with Bakugou. You walked in comfortable silence as the sun set. You carefully reached for Bakugou’s hand. He looked at you with a red face and you looked away, both your faces covered with a dark blush. He reluctantly allowed you to lace your fingers with his and scoot closer to him. You were eventually walking while latched to his arm, both of you not saying a word to each other. 

You both stopped walking when you had to part ways. You smirked and kissed him on the cheek, “I like you too, Katsuki” 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” he yelled, turning red. You giggled and showed him the texts, also one added in the middle of classes saying it will only last until midnight. He turned red- well no, pink. As he continued, “Why didn’t you say anything dumbass!?”

You grinned, “Well, it’s cute seeing you pink while talking to me. And now I know you like me back”

He scoffed and pulled you to him, he grabbed your collar and smashed his lips against yours. Your eyes widened, taking a moment seeing the wrinkles on his forehead go away. Once he relaxed and stopped frowning, you did too. Your eyes closed and you held onto his forearms. After he hesitantly pulled away, you looked at him, panting.

“We’re dating now, you’re my girlfriend”

“At least take me on a date first” you pouted as he pulled you to continue walking to his house.

“Next time, for now let’s consummate the marriage” he said lowly. Your face burned as you let him continue dragging you to his house.

not Jewish, just thought it was interesting 

someone explain the jewish holidays to me like i'm 5 years old